[Chorus:]
Now how u gon' tell me you don't love me no more (How you gon' tell me that?)
Cause I'm out here getting this bread (You hatin on this paper chase?)
Tryna get my Momma a crib (Shit don't even sound right)
Tryna get up out the ghetto
Now how the Hood talkin bout they don't need me no more
(What'chu want me stuck in the ghetto, listen I'm a get out)
Cause a mu'fucka push that GT
(Then you what, I'm a come back for the n***as need to be reached for)
It's a problem tryna take that from me
(You n***as is slippin)
Cause I'm packin heavy metal uhhuh

I hear the streets talking funny (shit)
So I laugh (haha) tell em keep talking funny (keep talking funny)
I'm a keep talking money (yup)
And all different types (what)
The yens and the pounds (pounds)
N***a just for spite push, the Bentley round town (sparrows)
Tripin' in ice I still be up town (Harlem)
I hear em kicking up dirt on my name (so what)
But I could clean em up like detergent on a stain
Or I'll beam em up we got birdies on the chain (easy)
Respect my mind or respect my grind (cause what)
Gone to the bank when it's cheque signing time (okay)
It's Tito Borough when it's jet flying time (clear-port)
And we so thorough we the set fly or die (Dip Set)
The bitches funny I'm talking bout life (yup)
It was Sunday to Sunday on New York's chilly nights (that's right)
And we was hungry nauseas for a bite
But if the world's apple pie of course you want a slice (yup)